My name means 'fresh' in Italian, but I am often centuries old. I am not painted on the wall; I become the wall itself as the plaster dries. What am I?

I have a shiny suit, six legs, and zero respect for personal space. Spelled differently, I caused mania over six decades ago.

I rise and fall as boats stall over mountain ridges and trolls fidges stone by stone built up in rome just to fall back down in london

Red lines cross on blue, framed in white. Built from older flags, stitched into one. Raised on ships and over castles. Say 'together' first, then a common bird, then captain’s first name.

A truth erased in with a fading timeline Use your monocle check your facts Did I ever leave prison, we will never define You dropped your cornucopia, it fell through the cracks